Half a Kiwi
Sep19

Half a Kiwi

I have so much to say about the past five weeks that I’m not really sure where to begin.  We’ll give it a go.  I’ve done some more traveling around the Auckland area, mostly, and spent one weekend in the capital city of Wellington.  While I was there, I spent a lot of time wandering around the waterfront, breathing in the salty air by the sea, and a lot of time exploring Wellington’s natural beauties.  After taking the...

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A Tokyo Tale: Finally Landed…and Lost in Translation
Sep19

A Tokyo Tale: Finally Landed…and Lost in Translation

Hello again my readers and study abroad hopefuls!   Ashley Haugland here, and I’m happy to announce I’ve made it to Japan! I’ve been here, buckle up kiddies, a whole eleven days. I know, I know. You’re thinking, “She’s gotta be a pro by now.” (Disclaimer: The application of sarcasm and general sassy-ness expressed in this blog do not necessarily reflect those ideas and ideals held by the...

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Here we go!
Sep12

Here we go!

Wow. Cannot believe the time is finally here and I’m sitting in the Boston airport waiting to depart! I realized in my last post I didn’t really give my background, oops! I’m Hannah and I’m a junior with a fashion retail major in the HES college! I love everything about UA, but it’s time for a change. Growing up living, eating, breathing everything Alabama (growing up in Tuscaloosa and later moving to...

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Last Weekend in Tuscaloosa
Sep12

Last Weekend in Tuscaloosa

What’s up Roll Tide Nation, My name is Chandler Coston and I’ll be documenting my travels in Barcelona where I will be studying Civil Engineering and some Spanish. I leave next week, so I decided to hit Tuscaloosa for one last time before I depart. I got there Thursday, caught up with some friends, and just hung out until Sunday afternoon. It was nothing short of a perfect weekend with way too many happenings to go in...

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Getting There.
Sep08

Getting There.

How long have I been imagining this? I can assure you it has been a more substantial period of time than your average 20 year old dwells on these sorts of things. I remember sitting in my first Spanish class in 7th grade, simply obsessed with every new word that escaped my teacher’s lips. I began to see that I could learn how to reach lives with words that meant scarcely anything to me; though in the end these words came to mean more...

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